Psalms 120

1 A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

Pesem preizvrstna. Gospoda sem klical v največji stiski svoji, in uslišal me je.

2 O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

Gospod, reši me ustne lažnjive, zvijačnega jezika.

3 What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

Kaj naj ti dá, ali kaj pridene jezik zvijačni?

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Besede podobne ostrim pušicam mogočnega, primérne žarjavici brinjevi.

5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

Gorjé meni, ker popotujem toliko časa, stanujem kakor prebivalci šatorov Kedarski.

6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

Predolgo zdí se duši moji da je prebivala pri sovražniku mirú.

7 I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.

Jaz ljubim mir, ali ko govorim, kličejo oni na boj.